[Hendrik's dry acknowledgement flows into one ear without leaving the other. Doubt needles his mind and writhes beneath his skin; prompting him to rub one of his arms. He finds distraction in following his old friend's example. Eyes flitting to the side before returning to the sun.]
Perfectly true, I dare say. But if one must exchange one master for another I suppose one could do worse.
[His eyes close and he indulges in remembering a master who was entirely mortal.]
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Perfectly true, I dare say. But if one must exchange one master for another I suppose one could do worse.
[His eyes close and he indulges in remembering a master who was entirely mortal.]